Dear Friend,

I never dreamed I’d share my story like the pages of an open book, but when the world waged war upon my flesh, I found a sword inside my pen. It started as a way of poking fun—fun at the person I’d become. You know, the one with chalk‑white gloves and high‑necked ruff, who dresses like a circus clown.

But underneath the painted smile there lay a dark and somber cloud. For soon this war upon my flesh had spread to every breath I take. And with this war, my world kept closing in—with Isolation and Defeat.

It's then my pen brought forth a distant world and built this place I call my home. And from this place of quiet strength, I watched a book unfold and find its home upon a shelf.

To glimpse the scenes that shape my book, begin with Flesh Flares.
Yours Truly,
Darwin’s Mistress

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